In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"Then what?"

"This has nothing to do with being missing, does it?"

“That happened later…” Mordred lowered his head.

"My mother gave me that sword, and then she disappeared the next day."

"She didn't take anything with her, nor did she leave any letters... she just vanished into thin air."

Seeing Mordred's somewhat remorseful expression, Ian comforted her.

"It's not your problem."

"Your mother must have found out something, which is why she left in such a hurry."

"But if that's the case—"

Mordred looked up.

Her green eyes were filled with grievance—and what she was about to say was about a problem that had troubled her for many years.

Why did she leave without saying goodbye?

"Am I not qualified to know what she knows?"

"..."

Ian paused for a moment, then answered with a smile.

"I think she might just not want you to worry."

"After all, she loves you so much, she even gave you the King's Sword, didn't she?"

This is probably the first time someone has answered such a question.

Mordred's body convulsed, and finally she burst into tears.

"But I lost Camelot."

“I don’t dare to be that king… Everyone has left, and all of Mother’s things have been lost in my hands.”

"Yes, they're all gone."

"But so what?"

Ian picked up a tissue from the side and wiped away Mordred's tears.

"Mordred, you may not know how deep your mother's obsession with the throne is."

"Since she has decided to entrust everything to you, it means that she must have thought everything through and accepted all possible consequences."

"This, of course, includes the failures you may encounter in the future."

"so--"

“I don’t want to see you cry about this, now and in the future.”

"Your mother must think the same way."

"Father……"

hiss--

Mordred took a deep breath through his nose.

"I...I know!"

"I won't cry anymore!"

"now it's right."

Ian gave Mordred a warm hug, ending the girl's distress.

"Oh, right, Father!"

Mordred used a tissue to wipe the marks off her face.

"Can you promise me something?"

"...Tell me what it is first, then I can consider whether or not to agree to it."

"Hehe, it's very simple!"

Mordred stared at the man before her.

"I saw a lot of strange things along the way!"

"I really want to know what they're all for—could you take me to see them?!"

As always, he's a mischievous kid.

But Ian felt there was nothing wrong with it.

Let's put aside our questions for now, while she's still interested in this world.

"Row."

"Then go and have a look."

"Okay~"

Mordred naturally took her father's hand and they walked outside together, looking incredibly close.

As soon as they opened the door, a figure stood in front of them.

It was Mashu, her face flushed, carrying a large pile of things, about to knock on the door.

Crackling sounds.

The object in Mashu's hand fell to the ground with a crisp, jarring sound.

"Senior!"

Why are there girls in your room?!

103. Mordred is investigating the woman who likes his father! (4,000-word chapter)

Mashu is in a pretty good mood today.

Because she had finally come up with a legitimate reason to approach Ian.

"If my senior enjoys tinkering with simulation battles so much, if I could help him find some information on this, we'd definitely have something in common to talk about!"

With this in mind, the girl actually found quite a few things.

Holding these materials that she had collected herself, she felt a deep sense of happiness from their sheer volume.

but--

That feeling of happiness was shattered in the blink of an eye.

Because there was another girl standing next to Ian.

Although it looks somewhat familiar at first glance, that's not the key information.

The two of them...are they holding hands?

Who is this?

Why were you able to hold hands with your senior?

Mashu felt her mind plunge into chaos.

Mordred didn't notice the unusual expression on her face.

All she saw were the documents scattered all over the floor.

"Hey, you dropped something. Let me pick it up for you!"

"do not want!"

Mashu shouted it out almost instinctively, making Mordred look embarrassed.

"Okay, fine..." The blonde girl withdrew her hand. "If you don't need it, you don't need it, but there's no need to shout like that, is there?"

"Eh?"

Realizing she had just lost her composure, Mashu quickly apologized.

"That's not what I meant. I..."

"You're just worried she'll break things, aren't you?"

Ian smiled and cleared the way for Mash.

"After all, these things look very important."

"That's it..."

Mordred scratched his hair.

"Okay, it seems I didn't think it through."

After saying that, she smiled at Mashu.

Seeing such a carefree smile, the latter's tension immediately lessened, and then he secretly glanced at Ian with a hint of gratitude.

But when she realized that Ian was also looking at her, she blushed immediately, lowered her head, and rubbed her hands together restlessly.

Mordred saw all of this—something she hadn't noticed before.

She glanced at Mash, then at Ian, and made a checkmark with her hand under her chin, like a modern detective.

"Matthew."

“Yes, yes!”

"So what are all these?"

Ian bent down and picked up everything Mashu had dropped on the ground.

"It seems you're planning to send it to me?"

"Yes, yes!"

Mashu looked up at Ian, her face flushed.